She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 4

Scarlett’s POV

I put out the cigarette on the bin when her door opens.

Sebastian frowns at me, remaining by the door, half of a hallway from me. He hates me smoking. He would glare at me, scold me, or like this -- standing far away with disgust on his face.

It’s a gross habit, but a woman needs SOMETHING to let out the pain in her chest or she will burst. But then again, if his delicate Ava could afford such a habit, he would definitely join her instead.

“So?” He puts one hand in his pocket, glaring at me when he finally walks over. He does that when he is impatient. As in, all the time with me.

I gaze at his face, handsome and dominant, just like the day he found me in that forest. But at that time those eyes were clear like crystal, with sparkles like the Milky Way. Right now it’s pure darkness of hatred.

He snaps his finger to get my attention.

“Sorry...” I dart my eyes to the ground, pulling the divorce papers out. He reaches over, and in panic, I dodge.

Instantly, disgust fills his beautiful eyes, shouting at me--

[I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.]

“Just...I have one question before this,” I pretend to not see his hurtful look, keeping my eyes on his chest, “...Please.”

Would it change anything if I’m pregnant? I want to ask, I don’t know how.

Taking a deep breath, I look up, just to catch him rolling his eyes with a sigh: “I don’t have time for your games, Scar.”

I know I missed my chance for my question.

I raise the file only an inch, and he snaps it out of me, leaving a cut at the root of my thumb. I grip my fist, feeling the pain. It’s really nothing compared to the ones he left on my heart.

He doesn’t even notice, just turns to leave.

“I heard you,” I blurt with my heart drumming fast, “you...you said you were married.”

I watch him turning slowly, knowing I must look like a pitiful dog begging to be taken home.

But I have to ask.

I don’t know if at this point, which would hurt more. A shred of hope...or not even that. I’m just...asking for the baby’s sake.

Lying to myself, I wait.